London Riots: the voice of the colored people


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Tiananmen Song: "In Death’s Shadow"


YouTube – Tiananmen Song: “In Death’s Shadow”:
“You who stood at Tiananmen
And waited for the tanks to come
You who stood your ground as one
You will never see your homes again

One was there, just 15 years
He stood, he waited with the rest
He did not know, could not have guessed
A bullet changed his life to death
And erased his name

In death’s shadow, hand in hand
Though the world in outrage wept for you
You were on your own when they came for you

No one heard you when you screamed
But your cries re-echo eternally
You wanted justice, wanted to be free

Mother pleads for daughter’s life
A bayonet blade is her reply
A sister weeps as her brother dies
And hope is shredded into pain

In death’s shadow, hand in hand
Though the world in outrage wept for you
You were on your own when they came for you

And no one heard you when you screamed
But your cries re-echo eternally
You wanted justice, wanted to be free

In death’s shadow, hand in hand
Though the world in outrage wept for you
You were on your own when they came for you
They came for you and

No one heard you when you screamed
And though your bodies fell to dust
Your voices now are strong to us
Re-echo round us now

You who stood at Tiananmen
You will never see your homes again”

Shministim: Jews against Zionist agression


A few good humans can make a difference; a minyan can prevent disaster:

The Shministim are Israeli high school students who have been imprisoned for refusing to serve in an army that occupies the Palestinian Territories. December 18 marks the launch date of a global campaign to release them from jail. Join over 20,000 people including American conscientious objectors,Ronnie Gilbert, Adrienne Rich, Robert Meeropol, Adam Hochschild, Rabbi Lynn Gottleib, Howard Zinn, Rela Mazali, Debra Chasnoff, Ed Asner and Aurora Levins-Morales and show your support by contacting the Israeli Minister of Defense using the form below. 22,000 LETTERS AND COUNTING!

I support the Shministim and their right to peacefully object to military service. I call for the release of those teenagers who have been jailed for their principled refusal to serve in an army which occupies the Palestinian Territories. The imprisonment of these conscientious objectors is a violation of their human rights and contrary to International Law.

I am inspired by these caring students and their counterparts in Palestine, whose nonviolent resistance to the Occupation points the way to a just peace and security for all people in the region. They are our best hope for the future. I urge you to heed them, and not punish them.

Source:
Tell Israel: Free the Shministim!

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the Zionist war on Gaza children


The Hebrew advance, and again Philistine children and women die.

Daphna Baram made a poem on BBC:

“Silly children why do you die? Why do you die on TV? We took out our settlers, put a wall around you, locked you in, and still you are ungrateful. Can’t you understand our need to bomb you? Why do you die on TV? The world is all against us, it always will be, why can’t you help us a little, why do you die on TV?

Your suffering masks our historical rights, your ghetto makes ours forgotten, you are the new martyrs, and what’s left for us, how dare you die in anonymous mass, we’ll send all our air force to punish you now, how dare you die on TV.

The public is calling for crushing you down, elections are due it’s a war of survival. It’s our homes we defend it’s our natural right, it’s the chair in the government for which we will fight, if you don’t understand, we shall show you our might, why do you die on TV?

You have to appreciate, time is now scarce, soon enough the tide is to turn. If you will in your cruelty make us march in, and our soldiers, our children, will start dying in your narrow alleys, our people will turn on us as swiftly as sin. The gung ho cries would stop, a new circle will begin: what are we doing there? Who sent us in? What is this folly? Why can’t we just win?

This is why, silly children, we don’t mean to kill you, but we need you do die fast, we need you gone as long as our permission lasts, we need your parents to learn to not mess with us. Can’t you do us this favor, for the sake of peace and trust? But please do not die on TV.

We tried it in Jordan, we tried it in Lebanon and when it failed we tried again. No one could blame us for lack of persistence; if our method is broken why fix it? It is your responsibility to make it work at last. It is your responsibility to make us right.

And you have no-one but yourselves to blame if you keep defying us, you have no-one but yourself to blame for turning our claim for victimhood into a farce. It is your fault that we expose out children to your pathetic rockets; it is your fault that not enough of them die to make us look good on TV.

We want to stop, we really do, but you are binding our hands. Why do you enrage us so, why do you die; why do you die on TV?”

Source of this poem: Why do you die on TV?

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